Voicetest: Dave Strider

[paradiseblossoms]

CLOSED to Dave Strider (sicknastiest) and Tavros Nitram (mybfftinkerbull).

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[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[He gets up, saunters across the space between them, and lowers himself down the floor again - surreptitiously adjusting himself as he does. He watches Tavros for a few moments longer, noticing that his palms are starting to itch the same way they do when he hasn't worked with his tables for a while, before he finally reaches out.

He slides his fingers up the slick length, feeling bumps and ridges and unable to stop himself from wondering what those feel like in a different context - that is not a shiver that goes through him, definitely not. When he reaches the tip, it slips around his fingers momentarily, and even that's not enough to freak him out. Just too unflappably cool, this guy.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tavros falls back in the face of Dave's advances, bracing himself on his palms, and he can feel his face growing even hotter. He watches Dave, breathing noticeably faster, and when Dave finally reaches for his dick, it's excruciating, and he lets out a shaky breath. Nobody's ever touched him like this before, and it's...

Well. 'Sicknasty' is a gross understatement.]

uHH, iT'S,
uSUALLY PRETTY WET, iT'S SORT OF A, uHHH,
n-NATURAL LURICANT,
bUT MAYBE NOT THIS MUCH, uSUALLY, i THINK,,,,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[He wraps his hand around the odd tentadick, slides a loose fist down the length, marveling at the way it slides easily through his hand.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

uHH NO, i DON'T,
hAVE A WAVING DEVICE--aH.

[He's promptly shut up by that fist around his dick, and since he's a pubescent troll and his little self-control, his hips jerk upward despite his every effort to remain as cool and calm as Dave is.]

yOU'RE, uHH, dOING—dOING REALLY GOOD,
yOU SEEM TO BE PROFICIENT IN A WAY THAT IS, uNDENIABLY, nATURAL,,,

mAYBE, yOU COULD, PINCH THE, tHE TIP A LITTLE BIT,
nOT TOO HARD,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[There's a certain throbbing tightness in Dave's jeans that might belie just how cool and calm he is, but he's ignoring that for now.]



[He slips his fist back up towards the thin, writhing tip, pinching it between two of his long fingers]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Somehow, he manages to tear his eyes away from the hand around his bulge, and his gaze lands on Dave's crotch. Is that...?]

iS YOUR BULGE--nNNGHSFSD,

[He's cut off by Dave's fingers doing exactly what he asked, biting down on his lip so hard he tastes metal.]

yEAH, lIKE THAT,
tHAT'S,
,,,
yEAH,

[He wriggles slightly in his seat, feeling that same coppery stickiness welling at the rim of both his entrances. Tavros finds himself wishing he weren't so...clothed.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[That noise - just a jumble of sounds, really - should not sound so appealing, but for some reason Dave wants to make a recording of it and just loop it forever. Prime jerking material, right there.]



[For just a moment, he pulls his hand back, coated in copper-brown, and he has a curious thought. He lifts the hand to his mouth and licks carefully at one finger. It's not...bad, really, just different, and he shrugs. Been spending too much time talking to a certain crazy blind troll girl.

He replaces his hand, stroking downwards again, and that's when he notices something rather odd. Curiously, he dips his fingers downward - and then freezes, eyes widening behind his shades.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

oH—

[He watches with disbelief as Dave licks some of his—his stuff off his fingers, sputtering quietly because dear God that's hot.

He freezes as Dave does, realizing he did, indeed, forget to mention something. He...should probably explain.]

oHH,
rIGHT, uHH, tHAT,,,
i HAVE,
a SEED NOOK, aS WELL AS, wHAT ONE MIGHT CALL,
a WASTE CHUTE,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Okay, there's definitely a situation happening in Dave's pants as he slides his fingers around the edges of Tav's...nook?...and then, curiously, slips one of them inside.

Yeah. Definitely a situation. And maybe a little strangled noise.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Dave's not the only one making noises; Tavros sounds like he's choking on his tongue as Dave's finger slips into his nook, and he actually might be a little bit. He clenches around that finger, unconsciously, hips jerking upward forcefully.]

dA-dAVE!
i,
dIDN'T MEAN TO,,,
hOLD OUT,
oN YOU,
nNH,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Shit. It's slick and wet around Dave's finger, and he can't quite resist slipping another inside, just to see how Tavros reacts. His other hand drops to his lap to unfasten his jeans, just to relieve some of the uncomfortable pressure.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav isn't expecting that second finger, and he nearly bites his tongue off this time instead of just choking on it. The sound he makes is needy, much more than he would have liked, but he's already pretty much laid it out on the table anyway, so whatever, right?]

c-CAVITY SEARCH,,,
wITH, uHH,
wITH WHAT WOULD YOU BE CONDUCTING THAT, uM,
iNVESTIGATION,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Okay, who's he kidding, he's definitely palming at his cock through his boxers, and while he's not producing troll quantities of lubrication ('cause let's face it, that would just be bizarre), there's a serious wet spot darkening the fabric.]



[He's slipping them in and out of Tavros as he talks, his whole hand fucking coated in troll lubricant, and for some reason, that's just about the hottest thing ever.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Were he capable of true coherence right now, Tavros would agree with the magic attributes of Dave's fingers. He's done this to himself, sure, but never—never anyone else. His dick squirms against his stomach, coating the exposed skin in brownish fluid.]

i,
i,
i,
dON'T KNOW,,,
mAYBE YOUR,
uHHHHH,
yOUR BULGE,


[His voice breaks, because he's thinking about how fucking obscene that sounds, and dear God Dave is touching himself through his underwear. He squirms, wriggling his pants and boxers further down his hips so Dave has more room to work.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Well, fuck if that isn't one of the greatest ideas Dave has ever heard. In fact, the only downside he can think of is that he has to withdraw his hand from Tavros in order to shove his pants and boxers down to his knees.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav lets out a sound that's half-scandalized, half insistent, as if Dave had just said the p-word. He nods his head, cringing as his left horn catches some piece of furniture or...something. He can't be bothered to look right now.]

y-yES,
i THINK THAT SOUNDS,
iN SEVERAL WAYS,
lIKE A THING THAT COULD BE,
hIGHLY ENJOYABLE,
aND THEREFORE GOOD,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[He yanks Tav's clothes the rest of the way off his robolegs and tosses them somewhere. Then he reaches up to wrap his hand around that ridiculously enormous horn.]



[Really, he couldn't care any less, as long as he can get his dick into Tav within the next couple seconds. He slips one of his arms under a metal leg, reaches down to steady himself.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[There's a broken yelp as he's divested of his pants, but it turns into a moan at the hand wrapped around his horn. Dave might not realize it, but that shit is incredibly sensitive, enough to make his hips buck upward again.]

sORRY, i'LL,
tRY TO BE MORE CAREFUL,

[He inhales deeply, steadying himself to have his nook senselessly deflowered, and his voice drops to a whisper as he chimes in:]

wHERE, uHHH,
mAKING THIS HAPEN,,,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Okay, he kind of loves Tav for being able to complete that sick reference (in the way that bros love each other, not anything weird, although he supposes that under the circumstances, the distinction is rather irrelevant), so he uses his grip on that horn to pull Tav closer, pressing their lips together as he slowly shifts his hips forward, pushing into Tavros.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tavros is flushed as hell, hot and slick and completely fucking flustered, and as Dave pushes into him he whimpers against his mouth.]


i, uHH,
aM NOT ENTIRELY—nNGHF,
sURE AS TO THE REASON FOR THAT,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave shudders as he finally pushes all the way into Tavros, and he has to pause for a moment. Blowing your load after 30 seconds? Definitely not cool.

Trying to distract himself, he puts a hand on Tav's chest and pushes him backwards, leaning over him. The hand on Tav's horn moves idly, gripping and stroking.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav goes back willingly, with a small "Oomph" sound, fascinated by these little signs that behind those shades, Dave is, perhaps, losing his cool just a little bit. The horn attention causes his eyelids to flutter, sharp teeth pressing into his lips again.]

i,
pERHAPS IT WOULD BE GOOD,
iF YOU WERE TO, iN SOME WAY, kEEP DOING THAT,

[Whether he's referring to Dave's hand on his horn, or his dick in Tav's nook, is left unclear.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[He rocks his hips back, shoves them forward again - and curses, under his breath. This should not feel so good.]



[He arches up, still buried in Tav's nook, and trails his tongue along the length of one stripey horn.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Too much. It's too much, and Tavros goes blind for a moment, pleasure clouding his vision. This isn't right, it's not fair, it's like Dave knows exactly what will drive him right off the wall, doing flying pirouettes off of countless sick handles, and he has to take several deep, huge, breaths before he loses it right then and there. He clears his throat, runs his tongue across his lower lip.]

aLL OF IT,
aLL OF THE THINGS, oH-oH GOD,
uHH,
bOTH OF THOSE THINGS ARE THINGS WHICH,
iF YOU PLEASE,
yOU COULD PROBABLY DEFINITELY DO AGAIN,
pERHAPS EVEN SEVERAL TIMES,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[One corner of Dave's mouth curls up into a smirk, and this - this is good. This gives him something to think about other than how fucking amazing Tav feels around his dick.]



[Rhythm is his thing, and it's easy to get his hips pumping away at a steady beat. He leans over Tavros, wishing he was tall enough - or flexible enough - to give him a proper hornjob, all sucking on the tips of those monstrosities (although, on second thought, they look kind of uncomfortably pointy, so maybe that's not such a great idea), but he has to settle for sealing his mouth over the side of one, running his tongue along its length, sucking gently here and there.]